In falling through the tides of Fate -
Buffeted about and casually tossed,
I find myself forced to hurry and wait.
Paying the price before I learn the cost.

Bruised by chance and nursing timing’s welt
Scraped raw by choices others have made,
I feel more bereft than ever I have felt
While best-laid plans have twisted and strayed.

Home and Hearth are more than mere dream,
And sanity pipes a broken tune.
Things are not always what they may seem,
But pain is real and Love lies ruined.

Patience a virtue I can ill afford,
Justice a concept best left to others,
Time with my child I covet and hoard,
Sins of fathers cannot compare to mothers.

 
Yet Family is unbeaten and Faith unbent,
Trust finds new purchase on a slippery slope
His will protects the innocent
And I give myself over to Thanks and Hope.